Nikki Brooks Bedtime Story Novels & Stories

She nodded earnestly, her little face serious as she scrubbed away. We then went to their room, where I helped them into their favorite pajamas. Zenith chose his dinosaur ones, while Zendaya picked her unicorn set. “Alright, into bed you go,” I said, tucking them under the covers. “How about a bedtime story?” Their faces lit up, and they nodded eagerly. I sat on the edge of the bed and began, “Once upon a time, in a vast and endless desert, there was a single seed. This seed was special because it had a dream—to become a beautiful flower.”

"I want to stay with you now. I miss you so much." "I know, sweetheart. How about Mommy tells you a really fun story? You get some sleep, and when you wake up, I promise I'll stay a few extra hours with you. How does that sound?" "You promise?" "Pinky swear!" I cross my fingers and kiss them. "Okay." I help him get comfortable in bed and sit in a chair to start telling him the story. "I want the story of The Girl with the Red Hood." "Oh wow, that's not exactly a bedtime story, Alex!" I grumble. "How about something more…"

The night was cold, and I feared they would catch a cold, but they began to cry out loud on the road. People began to stare, so I had gotten them the ice cream. When they got home, I prepared for them a nice warm shower, and dressed them, making them ready for bed. “I'm craving a bedtime story, Mommy.” Nadia said, as I tucked them in. “I'll tell you one tomorrow. I'm exhausted, okay? What do you think about two bedtime stories tomorrow?” I asked, as a bribe. “Oh yeah! I want Rapunzel and Sleeping Beauty.”

I know what he’s trying to tell me. "Ready!" Nina's loud voice booms around the room as she comes out from the bedroom making both of us jump. "I’m going to go and read Princess her bedtime story. Why don’t you go and have a nice soak in the bath and get your jammies on too? I can get her down to sleep after her book."

It was Snow White and the seven dwarfs. "Not today baby." Bright said taking the book from my hands. He kept it away on his working table while I stared at him with a confused face. "Why~? You don't want to Bubble to hear bed time stories?" I whined kicking the blankets from my body. Though my body was paining so bad, my stubbornness didn't leave me Bright gently put the blanket over me again, tucking me in. I felt like a burrito among the thick blankets. "How about I take care of mommy tonight?" he asked caressing my hair. I closed my eyes the second his fingers touched my scalp. His long fingers slid through my hair skillfully massaging there. "Where is it hurting now?"

But Willow, with her wide eyes and innocent curiosity, piped up, "Mommy, can we have a story before we sleep, please? A princess story!" She couldn't resist her daughter's request. Stories had always been a source of comfort for Willow, and Tessa couldn't deny her the solace they provided. "Of course, sweetie," Tessa replied, her voice taking on the cadence of a bedtime tale. "Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a strong and brave princess named Lily."

They just lay dormant, waiting for someone to wake them. Tonight, they would wake. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Grace whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the fire they’d built in a small clearing. “Just think of it as a challenge,” Travis said, grinning as he passed her a flask. “We spend one night in the woods, come out, and we’ll be legends. Everyone will want to know us. They’ll be talking about us for years.” Grace rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help but smile. Travis always knew how to make things sound like an adventure.

Evelyn slipped the documents she had picked up earlier into her bag. Matteo lay and quickly fell into a deep sleep. For a moment, she just stood there, looking at his face. It was so much like when he was 17. For the last time, she reached out, gently tracing his brow. Perhaps sensing her touch in his sleep, Matteo grabbed her hand and murmured, "Becky, don't mess around." Hearing that, Evelyn let out a silent laugh. She pulled her hand away, picked up her suitcase, and walked downstairs.

Or how to end your story. So this particular evening, I was jogging for motivation over a gothic story. Already, my day had been stressful. After tucking Laurie, my six-year-old daughter into bed few minutes ago, making sure she was sound asleep and packing some of her clothes into her travel bag for tomorrow, I just had to hit the road. She even agreed to sleep early, so that tomorrow could come quickly for her to head to Nkechi’s place already, according to her. I giggled mentally, amused at her enthusiasm to leave the house.

His heart was hurting badly, and how could he sleep? So, although he was very tired, he did not want to close his eyes, as if she would disappear when he closed his eyes. Sleeping in his arms, feeling his nervousness, Jenny smiled warmly, then mischievously asked, "Want me to tell a bedtime story for you?" Zachary also smiled once he heard this, "Do you actually know how to tell things?" "Everyone can do that! Have you never heard of it?" "Heard it, but it was about thirty years ago ......"